User blog comment:SalemtheCruel/Invaders of Southsward/@comment-3094815-20120203001007

''Ishadra rode south along the shore and let Tempest have his head. He soon sidled into a fast dash, shaking his head in excitement as he glided along over the sands. Ishadra threw her hood back and let the breeze ruffle her fur and let go of the reins, gripping only with her knees. It was exhilarating, their rides like this. She slowed him to a shamble as the lights from a tavern showed up ahead. She rode over to the entrance and dismounted, giving Tempest a pat before pulling her hood back over her head and entering the tavern''